A young man in his twenties cycles in the mist and threatening rain, adhering to no known traffic laws. His hair is longish and unruly in the fashion of the mid-twenties man, which I can see because he wears no helmet. He has a brightly-coloured bag made out of recyled materials, which is draped over his shoulder. The colours remind me of a set of juggling balls I once owned. Out of the bag dangles a set of Ear Buds. The aspect of the scene that defines this as a Vancouver moment, is the paper cup of coffee that he holds, which he alternates between drinking awkwardly and balancing precariously, all the while he also dodges foot and vehicular traffic.

WELCOME TO MY PRECARIOUSLY BALANCED UNIVERSE…

...in which I ask important questions like "If I'm the centre of the universe, why don't I get my way more often?" and "What if the laws of the universe are merely suggestions?" and of course the key questions, "Have you subscribed? How will I know you like me if you don't?"